I'm sorry to post such a buzzkill thread, but I'm having a really hard time
My mother is borderline and an alcoholic, and when I was younger I underwent a lot of abuse - physical, verbal, emotional at the hands of her and sexual at the hands of my father, who was never really in the picture, they just traded me back and forth for about a year until my mom figured out what was going on. So it's no surprise how I found food to be my best friend.
I developed dissociative identity disorder in order to maintain a relationship with my mother, as I didn't really have friends and couldn't make sense of her behavior. In recent years since getting to college it cleared up, and leaving for a semester in Europe was a really incredible experience. It's when I started my new lifestyle and decided to kick the binging and change my relationship with movement.
Well I stay with my mother on breaks, and I'm here, jobless and unable to find work with nowhere else to go, until August. I recently gave her nearly all my savings to help fix something in the house, so I'm stuck here. Before I came home, she swore she'd be sober and quit smoking so she could enjoy our relationship. She was, for about a month, and at the beginning of last week she completely fell apart and started in with the verbal abuse.
The newfound, braver Raichu did NOT tolerate this, and she did NOT like it, and now she's back to drinking and smoking (of course -- in her mind -- it's my fault, and she made sure to let me know.)
This is a tiny house and it's really hard to live with, and every time I mentioned I've lost weight, hit a milestone on the elliptical, etc, she'll snap something like "Well the elliptical isn't accurate, that's not much" like she's really unhappy I'm losing weight.
I'm trapped in here with an emotional sabotager!
Again, I'm sorry for the huge buzzkill post, but I don't really have anyone to talk to this about... I have plenty of friends, but always feel like the "funny fat friend" who can never have something wrong.
But I just keep reminding myself... self-sabotage isn't going to help my cause...and I'm on my way to Rite-Aid when my hair dries to pick up a whiteboard to write my goals on!

Thanks for listening...